Horrible Horace the garden Squirrel has been a bit of an annoyance recently. Not only has he shown Topy & Bimbo who is now boss by thrashing the smaller squirrels, he has also taken up residence and brought his girlfriend along to see the garden and propose to her. He was a little forward and got a slap around his musher and she was off.
Just the other day Horace was entertaining us by bounding across the lawn, all 20 of our eyes on him. The Charity Litter's eyes were out on stalks and Faith was chattering so much I couldn't hear my self think. There was also lots of drooling going on as to me he just looks like fresh meat! Well, I digress, he was bounding and stopping and looking at all of us flanking each side of him and Ipek following up the rear, so he made for the washing line prop. He got half way up to the knobbly bit and waited, asessing his route out. He scampered up the slidy part of the pole, but it was greasy and he slid back down to until his bum perched on the prop stopper. He looked concerned and so he should with 10 hungry cats baying for his blood.
He made a leap to the washing line and skittered across to the bird feeder, only to find a fat pidgeon wedged between the framwork and they had a tustle. Faith is screaming now, I look like I have eaten a small tennis shoe (the drool you know) and the kittens are enthralled and have never sat so still. But Horrible Horace falls to the ground gracefully and bounds over to the now very naked patch of earth where gravel once was and selects himself a hunk of 20mm gravel and swivels it around and around in his mouth but it is rough, so he discards it and finds one with the look and feel of a very large nut. He then bounds away to the center of the lawn and burries it. ManSlave will curse him on Saturday when the grass gets cut and he has to check the lawn for rocks! The last time he mowed, he nearly took out next doors dog with flying debris that Horrible Horace had depositied!
I can't help but think that this beautifully, well kept, dapper young Squirrel will find it a little tough when winter comes and all he has to eat is hidden gravel. I suppose he does know where half of our garden is, which is more than I can say for us.. it's slowly vanishing, day by day into pots, peg pags & out door shoes. He is one mad little rodent who may have a ery tough winter with no noms!
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